Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for March 21, 2023

We do

Yes, Mabel, our mission is to get through the day without any inane comments or meaningless questions.

“Well Mabel, I don’t know about you, but MY mission statement is to finish the paper and drink my coffee…in peace. So……” And with that Martin turned off his hearing aids and smiled.

Why of course! To make money and not get caught, like any other reasonably successful company. Maybe to sort of satisfy our customers so they don’t complain too much, too.

A mission-less statement would be a better idea.

“Sure — remain open and forgiving to what our aging meat-bodies do to us next.”

Almost. We have a missing statement.

Some toast and Jam would go well with the coffee…

“Remember the Alamo”

it’s impossible

Good morning Balladeers and Tigressy!

Martin is trying to remember if he signed the marriage license!

“Yes, dear…”

The closest you came was when you took your wedding vows. And, as the old saying goes, close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.. so to the question, no.

During JCAHO inspections, health care professionals are drilled in rote memorization of the hospital’s mission statement because JCAHO thinks it is imperative to know it by heart. ACLS algorithms are somehow less important than the mission statement.

I long for the honest company which will proclaim

Pursue positive goals not forgettable statements

Martin will know, just as soon as he decodes the cryto-messages in the classified section.

If Mabel keeps nagging Martin, it will be Mission Impossible.

Martin ponders……ad-mission?, co-mission?, inter-mission?, o-mission?, per-mission?, re-mission?, yet fails to accomplish the mission.

Live if you want, die if you don’t.

Let’s follow Groucho’s sage advice — to live forever, or die trying.

“Little early in the morning for that, Mildred.”“Need to know basis only, Mildred.”“None for the likes of you, Mildred.”And those are just from the last three days.